The night dark, the wind cold, the city in flames. The bodies of the dead spread across the road of blamed souls. The sky lit like the flames of the sun that seemed to no longer exist from the dawned drowned blamed. The wind swayed like whipped rain, and the sky boomed like a thousand crashes of stars ending from the world of all time. Flames and lightning struck like the sun raining down on us all, the whole world seemed to crumble like a unbanked rock.

The silhouettes of those who once were the greatest of friends to end up fighting like cats and the dogs, dancing an endless stream of blood and tears. Booms and waves of screamed tearer. They had it coming. They had to see it to believe it. They only had themselves to blame. The city had only themselves to blame for the madness of the one who destroyed them all, they only had to see it to know it.

Dexter, the known mad man. He had a dream to get back the very ‘Hero’ who was all to great to stay, so they had to go. He was a sweet boy, he was a loved laugh a one that seemed spread like the flames that now engulf the city. The sky dark the night young, yet dead. The Dimlit lights seemed to only darken as the air grew quieter, silent even. You, the hero, once his very best friend, the one to tell all to, the one to hold close and care for. Now standing over you like a gun over a deer.

He only had himself to blame. He had it coming, he to be there to know, and he knew. The powers of you both weren’t one to be messed with as the dance seemed to come to an end. “You only had this coming. You knew this was ment to be yet you still STAYED!” Dexter yelled, the voice boomed like a giant bombed landing on its target. The power of his own surging through his body ready to be set free like a bullet of a gun.